Nights of abandon

I bow before the open water
To exhale these restrictions that once drenched me
I’ve silenced the reticence; this burdensome embrace that once framed this vessel in melancholy
Where water rippled over my shoulders with its sullen lines;
defining depth with a thousand fingers, pulling
nudging the soul out of rapture

I’ve been called to task

Give me surrender; like the release of a pearl into the expanse
where what’s left within my shell is a marked recess where emptiness once lay
Readied… wasting…
I’ve primed my essence to rise out of the strangling depth of these unspent dreams
To be cleared of this murky water that once milled my drone
To pour life into this vacuous kettle

And then the sea started swelling

I cradle the wave at its crest to chain its ebb to my temple
Fastening its retraction to lost moments; lost time
Lost life
I gaze into this whirl of complexity
It may blind me, though fleeting
These waves— they’ll carry me through;
and guide me ashore
to be lain upon isles of expanse
where I can breathe without the smother of thoughts that once submerged me alongside the pebbles

I once simmered in nights of abandon, where I would leaden into stiff posture
but if you listen close enough, the murmur of life seeps from tiny cracks—

I want to be free of this constriction
These waves, like stiff backs—gesturing for release
To muse on these thoughts that stretch us
My tendons groan under this pressure
The scant of ascension tingles my spine;
Bestills my decline
Measures my words into subtle quips that seek the clarity of the wise
To help release me of the asphyxiating noise
that inhibits the wave from carrying me to more fertile ground